Beth and Reid Chapter Six
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Beth sighed. She glanced down at the pair of socks in her hands then finished balling them up and adding them to the basket of laundry at her side. She sighed again. She lifted the basket and made her way through the house. A Saturday afternoon, both kids were glued to their respective screens and Beth slowly deposited items of clean laundry throughout the house. In Molly’s room she tucked clean uniforms onto shelves, now that she had started school this year. In Will’s room, the same, now he was in second grade.
In her bedroom she deposited pyjamas, socks and clean underwear into her bedside drawers. She sighed again. She couldn’t help it. She felt restless, bored. She opened the wardrobe to place some sweaters on a shelf and caught a glimpse of an embossed wooden box tucked high up onto the top shelf, almost hidden behind some hats and winter scarves. The sight made her both excited and frustrated. The items in that box had not been used for some time. Beth closed the wardrobe and moved through the house, unconsciously picking up toys along the way and her mind drifted.
After more than two years since Beth discovered she was a sub, her and Reid had shared some of the most intense, gratifying and intimate sexual experiences of their lives. Those first months of beginning their joint exploration into BDSM was like some blurry, orgasm-fuelled dream. It had brought Beth and Reid closer then she thought was even possible, considering they had already been married for over ten years and she had marvelled out how their relationship had grown and deepened, mutual respect and love lending Beth the freedom to admit her newfound desires to her accepting and understanding husband. However, fires can’t burn indefinitely and eventually the initial sexual bonfire they had shared in that first year had cooled to a stately, consistent flame.
Beth frowned at herself. That was untrue, really. It wasn’t that she and Reid had stopped their forays into BDSM, in fact, thinking back, there were a dozens of experiences that she enjoyed playing back in her mind over and over again. It was just that life got in the way sometimes.
“Mum, what’s for lunch?” Will’s voice sliced through Beth’s reverie and she smiled wryly. She called back, dumping the now empty laundry basket back on its shelf.
“Leftovers. Grab the rest of the lasagne out of the fridge and put it in the oven please.” She answered as she made her way to the Livingroom. Will sat on the lounge, blips and pings and electronic noises emanating from the Ipad in his hands. He didn’t respond, eyes glued to the screen. “Hello, Earth to Gamerboy! Lasagne. Oven. Now.” Will sighed and flipped the cover closed on the Ipad, reluctantly getting up to do as told. At almost nine now, he was tall like his father and came up to Beth’s shoulders. She mussed his hair as he walked past, and he flinched out of her reach. She smiled despite herself.
Children and work were the main reasons Beth and Reid did not always have the time, privacy or energy to indulge in extended hours of passion play. It wasn’t a bad thing really and Beth mentally scolded herself for thinking selfishly. Life was great. Her kids were doing well at school, Reid was recently promoted at his Real Estate firm, and was even talking about going into business for himself, and Beth’s label as an artist and interior designer had grown in leaps and bounds. Where previously she had created upcycled furniture pieces for individual clients, she now had gone into business both creating unique items and being commissioned to design and decorate whole apartments and businesses. Her eye for details and her passion for sustainability making her in high demand with green-conscious millennial clientele.
She shook her head. Things were good and she shouldn’t be complaining. She flopped onto the couch next to Reid. Phone in hand, he looked to be answering work emails. Beth used her finger to wiggle the screen annoyingly and Reid batted her hand away.
“Rack off, hairy legs.” He replied, not looking away from the screen. Indignant, Beth threw her three day old stubble legs into his lap and rubbed them back and forth scratchily.
“I don’t know what you mean! These legs are smooth as silk!” She laughed. Reid put down his phone and leapt on top of Beth, rubbing his beard up and down her face roughly. Beth squealed.
“Hmm, yeah, so smooth. Just like my face!” Reid teased. Beth screamed, his beard rubbing her face raw but couldn’t help from laughing. She thrashed under his weight, giggling. He pinned her easily with his arms and continued rubbing his face against hers. She squealed again and breathless, finally cried uncle.
“Okay, okay! You win!” she capitulated. Reid laughed and let her go, sitting up. Beth rubbed at her chafed face and realised she was breathing very heavily. She felt at her chest and her heart was beating hard. Reid pinning her helplessly had definitely stirred the embers of her previous thoughts and Beth made a mental note to get the kids to bed early tonight.
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They snuggled on the couch watching TV. The kids were fast asleep and they had both had a few wines after dinner. Beth lay lengthwise across the couch with her head in Reid’s lap and she sighed in contentment. She nuzzled in closer and placed a hand on Reid’s thigh. He wore a pair of loose gym shorts and she slid her hand up under the fabric a little higher, tracing lazy circles with her fingertips on his warm skin.
Feigning indifference, Reid’s hand shifted from where it rested on her hip and slid silently upwards, under her nightshirt to cup her breast. He squeezed gently and Beth breathed deep in pleasure. She loved when he played with her tits. Stroking, squeezing, massaging. She rolled over slightly so he had easy access to both breasts and he alternately played with them both, occasionally tweaking the nipples gently, pretending to ignore the catches in Beth’s breath when he did so. She slid her hand higher up Reid’s shorts to find his cock hard and waiting. She squeezed it firmly and ran her hand up and down its length.
The TV show they were watching now forgotten, Beth gasped as Reid pinched a nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger, her hand involuntarily tightening around Reid’s cock as she rode the pain like a wave. She felt warmth ooze between her legs and marvelled at her bodies’ instantaneous response to painful stimuli. Reid pulled her shirt up around her armpits, now exposing both of her breasts to the night air. He returned to his massage, his hands becoming more insistent in their grasping. Beth closed her eyes and focused on the sensations. Her ample tits were a source of pleasure to the both of them and she was sure she would happily lay like that for hours as he kneaded and caressed the both of them. Reid pinched her nipple again, much harder this time and Beth caught her breath, holding it while he squeezed and thrilling at the pain that shot currents of electricity straight to her rapidly drenching cunt. He let go and let the blood rush back to the area and Beth felt his cock twitch as she groaned at the sensation.
Without warning Reid raised his hand bought it down hard, the flat of his palm smacking across the full length of Beth’s breast. She arched her back silently at the pain, the sting of struck flesh singing in her ears. He did it again, to the other breast this time and again, Beth revelled. She lay waiting and again he struck the first breast. A pattern emerging, he alternated the smacking of each breast, one after the other, a few precious moments only between each strike, giving Beth little time to recover and prepare for the next blow.
She delighted in the pain, the surface of her skin hot and prickling with each hard slap. She glanced down briefly to see the red, flushed skin of her breasts and the visible evidence of Reid’s assault on her tits made her cunt hum with wet desire. She realised that with her focus diverted by the delicious burn in her tits, her hand had become slack and forgotten around Reid’s cock. She began to stroke his cock anew, enjoying how her hand almost could not circle its entire circumference. Sacrificing the pleasure she was receiving from the onslaught on her tits, she rolled over and with her other hand pulled down the waistband of Reid’s shorts so that his cock was freed and readily available to her lips. She gobbled his cock hungrily and Reid sighed in pleasure. His hands free for the moment, she felt him reach for the TV control and guessed at his actions. He switched from the show they had been ignoring and while Beth dutifully sucked and slathered his massive dick, out of the corner of her eye she saw the Redtube homepage appear on the screen and smiled around a mouthful of cock.
Porn played a part in their relationship. While once it was something that they both knew the other watched but ignored, it had crept its way into their sex play and Reid seemed excited by the fact that Beth enjoyed porn as much as he did, if not more. He chose a video that appealed to him and suddenly a hot, young couple mimicked Beth’s own actions as the big-titted pornstar swallowed a huge cock on the screen before them. Beth happily sucked and bounced her mouth on Reid’s cock while watching the porn on the screen and delighted when Reid roughly slid his hand down the back of her underwear to squeeze her ass cheeks forcefully. Beth wiggled slightly up the couch while still munching contentedly on his cock and let him shove two fingers into her waiting gash. She moaned in pleasure. From behind, Reid fingered her roughly, Beth’s own moans muffled around a mouthful of cock and mingling with the wet sucking sounds from the slutty pornstar on the screen.
Reid fucked Beth with his fingers even harder and Beth felt it coming. In recent years and due to the couples continued sexual explorations Beth had discovered, much to Reid’s - and her own – surprise that she was a squirter. She had always been very easily lubricated during sex and knew that she was capable of producing plenty of cum when highly aroused but it had always been the slick, clinging fluid that eased entry and made sex pleasurable, and had always been produced at a steady leak. She remembered the first time she had squirted all over Reid’s hand as he fucked her hard and roughly with his fingers and both of them had been surprised as hot, copious amounts of liquid cum had gushed out of her with incredible volume and force. Beth had found it difficult to explain to Reid that she had not in fact orgasmed at the time, but that her gushing had nonetheless felt incredible. Through experimentation, they had realised that she only ever did it while being fingered, and very roughly at that, and she could do it over and over again numerous times in one session. It was a very different sensation to an orgasm but Beth loved it regardless. She found the sensation difficult to put into words but when stimulated in just the right way, her cunt became a deep well of overflowing cum, wave after wave of viscous juices pumping out of her, soaking everything within reach. She felt it coming now as Reid’s fingers roughly and deeply massaged the inside walls of her cunt.
“Are you going to gush for me, you filthy whore?” Reid murmured above her. His voice was deep, guttural. His words, the first either of them had spoken, sent a thrill down her spine. “Are you going to squirt cum all over yourself like a dirty, shameless slut?” Beth moaned wordlessly at his taunts and Reid redoubled his efforts, slipping in a third finger, stretching her cunt painfully but lusciously and furiously ramming them in and out of her insides. At his provoking and increased finger-pounding Beth did just as he predicted and felt hot cum lapping over the edges of her pussy. Wave upon wave jetted out of her as she moaned around his cock and while her underwear tried to soak up the deluge, the thin cotton could only do so much and her brimming cunt drenched the leather couch she lay on, literal rivulets of cum running down the seats and pooling around where she lay.
“There it is, you fucking slut. Squirting everywhere like the whore that you are.” Reid rumbled. He took his free hand and buried it in her hair, grabbing a fistful and using it as leverage to force her mouth further down onto his cock. Beth gagged but Reid did not let up and continued to ram her head up and down on his cock, his saturated hand and fingers still working their way deeper and deeper inside her. Beth groaned in ecstasy, as his hand wrenching at her hair hurt in just the right way and her mouth was being used as a convenient hole to fuck.
She heard screaming off to the side and remembered that the porn was still playing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the woman was now riding the stud’s thick cock on a couch, her massive tits bouncing up and down as she impaled herself over and over again. Her overly-keen yelps were almost drowned out by Beth’s own choking and gagging sounds and Beth felt herself nearing orgasm from Reid’s internal massage and the fucking she was watching on the screen. Her increased moans must have alerted Reid however as he pulled his fingers from her flowing cunt much to Beth’s displeasure. He wrenched her mouth off his cock by her hair and turned her head to face him.
“I want you to fuck me like that whore is.” He demanded, indicating the pornstar on the TV. Beth readily complied and whipped off her thoroughly drenched underwear. Reid quickly ripped off his own clothes and Beth straddled him, facing the screen and moaned deeply as she slid herself onto his waiting cock. He filled her completely and Beth began to rock back and forth, his cock pushing vigorously against the inside of her cunt.
Reid used his hands and grabbed both of Beth’s wrists where they rested at her sides and pulled her arms behind her back, holding both her wrists tightly with one hand and then returning the other to her hair. Beth felt her arm muscles stretch painfully as he held her tightly and her head was wrenched back by the hair. She fucking loved it and began to bounce on his cock, just like the woman on the screen was. They continued like that for a few minutes while the two people on the screen became louder and more furious in their own fucking. The male stud finally groaned and blew his load inside the woman who quickly leapt off his cock in order for the camera to get a good zoom-in of his cum dripping out of her bald snatch. The video then finished.
Reid pulled Beth roughly off his cock by her wrists and she stood, expecting that Reid was about to choose another clip. She faltered however when he passed the control to her.
“You pick one.” He stated simply, the look in his eyes malicious. Beth was suddenly self-conscious.
“What?” She asked.
Reid’s eyes narrowed and he thrust the control at her to take. She took it helplessly. “I want you to pick the video you want to watch while I fuck you like a dirty slut.”
Fuck. He had never done this before. She had always let him choose the videos. While it was no secret that Reid knew she watched porn, choosing a video in front of someone else was… strangely confronting. Beth appreciated a wide range of adult content. She enjoyed watching anal, DP and certain BDSM play obviously, but was also partial to some more eccentric pornography, such as hentai, gay porn, fucking machines and even the odd pegging video. To be asked to casually scroll through the options while someone else watched and judged her proclivities and choices made Beth feel weirdly… exposed. In a remote corner of her mind Beth marvelled that Reid had found yet another way to challenge her limits.
“Um, okay.” She stammered. She turned to the screen. She didn’t trust her legs and so sat on the couch next to Reid. He watched her calmly, his eyes implacable, his cock throbbing and distracting next to her. She scrolled through the thumbnails on the main page, the little windows of flesh-tones giving glimpses of the content within. It was all pretty standard guy-on-girl fucking. She didn’t mind that stuff personally but it all became very similar after a while. She clicked to the next page.
“Use the search window.” He prompted. It was not a suggestion.
“Okay.” She replied dumbly. His verbal instructions often bound her as effectively as ropes did. She hovered over the search bar and thought about what to type in. She considered typing BDSM but knew from her previous experience that there were certain types of BDSM that she liked and some that were a bit too hard-core for her – and maybe Reid- and sifting through to find the right one sometimes took time. She typed in ‘DP’ instead and hit enter. Reid said nothing at her choice but his eyebrow did raise slightly. The screen filled with film-stills of chicks with both holes getting stuffed, some with cocks and others with toys. She blushed despite herself and couldn’t deny that Reid forcing her to choose the pornography she masturbated too was greatly arousing. Shame flushed her cheeks hot but she ploughed on and glanced over a few videos until she clicked on one that she liked the look of. The video began playing and two well-endowed men quickly undressed and began pleasuring the woman. One massaged her tits while the other knelt between her legs and began lapping at her shaved cunt.
“Do you like watching women get both their holes fucked?” Reid asked suddenly, making Beth jump guiltily.
“Yes.” She replied softly. Reid’s hand snaked out and grabbed her by the hair.
“Yes, what?” he demanded, his voice like ice.
“Yes, Sir.” Beth snapped back automatically. She was glad that he had slipped into Dom mode. It made complying with his demands easier.
“Tell me what you like about watching women get fucked in the ass and the cunt at the same time?” He asked conversationally.
“I, uh… I like thinking about how it must feel.” She answered.
“Go on.” He prompted, his hand tightening in her hair for emphasis.
“I like that she gets used by the men, but that she enjoys that too.” Beth licked her now dry lips and continued. “I like that she must feel so full, like when you fuck me with your cock and my toys, Sir.”
“Hmm, good girl.” He crooned. The trio on the screen had now moved to fucking and Beth felt her cunt begin to run again. The woman straddled one man on a couch, his cock buried in her cunt and the other man now knelt before them to slowly insert his thick cock into her tight little ass. The porn actress moaned in pleasure and Beth heard herself moan in response.
“Get up and bend over the table.” Reid instructed. Beth dragged her eyes from the enticing scene on the TV and did as instructed. She now lent over the coffee table, hands palm down on its top to steady herself, facing the screen. Reid stood behind her and with only a peripheral swipe across her dripping cunt to lubricate it, rammed his thumb into her asshole.
Beth supressed a surprised scream with the utmost control and breathed out as Reid probed his thumb deep inside her asshole. Beth moaned in pleasure as he pushed against the sensitive walls inside her ass and her head drooped while she concentrated on the sensation. Reid’s free hand shot out and again whipped her head back by the hair, causing Beth to cry out despite herself.
“Eyes on the screen, slut.” He demanded. Beth did as told even as Reid pulled out his thumb and instead slipped in two fingers, beginning to stretch out her asshole. The actors on the screen were fully immersed in the scene now and the woman sandwiched between the two burly men had a look of pure ecstasy on her face as their dual cocks pounded her repeatedly. The thinnest strip of flesh separated their cocks from one another and Beth felt her own asshole clench as she imagined what it must feel like.
“Do you wish that was you, whore? Getting rammed full of cock in all your filthy holes?” Reid pushed. Before she was able to respond Reid rammed his cock into her aching pussy and again Beth had to stifle a scream. He began pounding away inside her and with Beth’s cum spurting out with each thrust, used the opportunity to lube up another finger and jam it in next to the other two in her ass. “Well? Answer me, slut!” He wrenched on her hair.
“Ah fuck! Yes, Sir. I do, Sir!” She cried. She felt Reid push downwards with his fingers and apply pressure to his own cock as he thrust inside her. It felt so good as he stretched out her ass and pussy at the same time and she groaned at the sensation. The MMF threesome on the screen were reaching a fever pitch, both men now using their strong arms to suspend the woman mid-air and fuck her relentlessly. She began screaming and the men began grunting as it was clear they were getting close.
Beth felt herself nearing orgasm but was dismayed when Reid suddenly pulled out, cock and fingers both. She gasped at the loss but before she had a chance to ask why he stopped, he growled at her.
“On the floor, so I can fuck you like the whore you want so desperately to be.” She did as instructed, moving to the side and kneeling on the carpet, her ass and cunt thrust into the air greedily. Reid stood above her, rather than kneeling behind her and guided his cock into her wet snatch. He began to slide in and out of her and returned his thumb to her asshole. Beth could only just see the screen now from her lowered angle and the trio were fucking with reckless abandon, their mutual grunts and groans filling Beth’s ears as she too groaned in bliss. As they fucked, Reid placed more and more of his weight on top of Beth’s raised ass and hips, supporting himself from the odd angle and the pressure pushed Beth’s face into the carpet. He pounded at her drooling cunt and Beth was rammed harder and harder into the floor, her face chafing with each thrust and the air being pushed out of her lungs as she was repeatedly slammed from above. The weight and pressure from Reid’s pounding frame and the climax of the DP slut on the screen was enough to drive Beth over the edge and she came with a strangled cry, her breath crushed out of her as Reid leaned even more of his weight onto her as he came in unison with the two men on the screen, ribbons of white cum spurting from dual cocks onto the gaping holes they had just pulled out of.
It was a good twenty seconds or so later when Reid lifted his weight from Beth and she was able to take a proper breath. She flipped over on to her back and looked up at the screen, now upside down, while she caught her breath. She watched as the woman licked drips of cum off both men’s cocks and Beth sighed deeply. Reid sat down heavily, recovering his breath and used the remote to switch off the video.
“Bed?” He asked simply, no trace of the Dom left and no comment or judgement on the video Beth had chosen. She nodded wordlessly and, collecting her sodden underwear and nightshirt along the way, followed Reid to bed.
He fell asleep almost immediately but Beth found herself awake and thinking. In the dark and silence of the night Beth admitted guiltily to herself a nagging worry. It wasn’t enough. Yes, she had orgasmed and yes, she had enjoyed every second of it, but she still felt strangely unsatisfied and restless.
She had lost her zen.
Beth had not experienced sub-space, that floaty mind-space where she was completely relaxed and free from inhibitions, for some time. It was something that she was only able to reach when she and Reid were fully immersed in a BDSM scene and that was something they only ever got to do once in a blue-moon. With two young children in the house and working full time, Beth knew that is was rare that they could engage in an all-out scene with restraints and painful stimuli whenever she wanted. She also felt selfish as she knew that a full BDSM scene was a lot of work for Reid; mentally, physically and emotionally. It had only been a handful of times when they had stayed away for the night, at a hotel without the kids and without the concern of being quiet that they were able to have the kind of sex Beth wanted… needed even. That higher plane of consciousness was seeming to be more and more elusive to Beth and she lived for those weekends away, like a starving man only able to slake his hunger in one night and left to endure that gnawing pang in his belly again until his next feast.
She sighed and rolled on to her side, watching the shadowy outline of her husband’s profile as he slept the peaceful sleep of the recently ejaculated. She was happy despite this one elusive thing. Reid was so understanding and accepting of her needs. She knew she could not ask anymore of him. With a resigned sigh Beth closed her eyes and let herself be taken over by sleep. She knew that in a few months’ time she and Reid were taking a trip away for their anniversary and as she slowly drifted off to sleep her mind wandered as to all the things that weekend could entail...
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"TOMMY! BETH!" I looked up and saw Sue Webber waving her hand over her head. I wasn't surprised to see her, even though we hadn't made any arrangement for them to pick us up. I looked at Beth and got a blank shrug. "I don't know, Tommy." We had just cleared Customs at Nassau International and were waiting for our luggage when our Caribbean friend hailed us. "Hi, what are you doing here?" I asked Sue after the mandatory—and quite enjoyable—hugs. "Waiting for you two, of...
It was snowing when I got up Monday morning just like the ten o'clock news said it would. I'd set my alarm ahead a few minutes since I knew getting to school would be a hassle. I was just pulling my jacket on dreading the thought of cleaning off my car when the phone rang. "Tommy, why don't I drive today? I'll use the Jeep, it'll work better in this mess." Beth was thinking ahead, obviously. "Okay, I'll be waiting at the end of the driveway on the top of Mount Snow Plow." Beth...
There's something about coming back to school that first day, especially after the Christmas/New Year break that's even tougher than most. Beth was as down as I was as she dragged herself out of the house, plopped down in the car. "Do we have to do this?" Not a good sign from someone who normally enjoys school, who thinks homework was just another challenging game. If my princess wasn't ready for today, what chance did I have? "Yeah, unfortunately, we do, but look at the bright...
September 13, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, For some reason, I woke early and could not get back to sleep, so carefully extracted myself from bed and finished up yesterday’s diary entry. [Added September 14] In study hall, I did the homework assigned in my first-bell class to get it out of the way for tonight. I got amped just thinking about why I wanted to get that homework done. I spent the last ten minutes reading more of the book for English, while all around me kids were chatting or just...
"Mr. Randahl, do the arts contribute to society or are they a drain on resources needed elsewhere?" It was Monday morning and Grossfeldt was in his usual mode—hassle the troops and see what comes of it. If he thought he was going to get a yes or no answer from me ... well, by now he should have known better. "That's a pretty loaded question, sir. They are a drain on resources if you consider the money used to support museums and institutions like this one could be used for things like...
The following Monday it was back to the grind. We both spent a lot of time explaining to people where we got the tans—let's face it, I don't care how much sunscreen you use, a week in the Caribbean is going to leave you a golden brown—and your friends slightly green. Greg caught me after last period Monday afternoon, "So what are you two doing for the Prom?" Prom? OH, SHIT! Something had been rooting around in the back of my head for a couple of weeks and it just kicked me—big time—I...
After school we had our first read-through for the show. It turned out my part wasn't as big as I'd feared and there were only three songs I'd be doing—all chorus parts with the other guys. All three were parodies on the political and legal system of the time in New York City. I'd been in a couple of shows before, but just in speaking parts, no singing. As rehearsals went on I discovered that I could SING! Well, sort of. I knew I'd never be as good as Beth and maybe it was just the kind...
It was Monday morning and I was waiting in line to register for school. I had my list of classes and the biggest check I'd ever written. I looked over my schedule: Drawing I, 2D Design, Color Theory, Survey of Western Art I, and English Composition. I got a funny feeling I was going to be a busy boy in a few weeks. When I got home Beth was looking at my schedule. "Tommy, are you superstitious?" "Not particularly, why?" "Because your Drawing instructor is a Mr. Adams." I looked over...
When I got home from school Monday afternoon Greg was waiting for me. "Are you guys free tonight?" "Sure. At least I think so but let me check with Beth first. What's up?" "We'd like to take you out for dinner." "I'll let you know as soon as Beth gets home." I could have called her, but we'd both agreed not to bother each other during school. Nothing worse than having your phone go off during a class. Once I got settled, my first job was to run Gail's special picture through...
"Gail?!" Kevin's girlfriend looked startled when I answered the door. Beth looked up, saw the expression on the younger girl's face, jumped up and bumped me out of the way to let her in. "Gail, what are you doing here? I thought your family moved to California." At the mention of her family the girl flinched. What was going on here? I looked at the wet, miserable-looking waif dripping all over our entryway. "Gail, are you here with your parents?" I asked. As I spoke she ducked...
"Mr. Randahl, I'd like to speak to you." Oh, shit. What did Adams think I'd done now? "Yes, sir?" "In my office, Mr. Randahl." Oops, this was serious. Once in Adams' office, he sat down behind his desk and just stared at me. He was trying to psych me out, but I'd been through this enough times to be able to just stand there and stare back at him. Eventually he must have realized intimidation wasn't working. "Mr. Randahl, I thought I'd warned you about your behavior but you...
When I woke up I noticed Beth was already up but I didn't find her in our place. I stuck my nose outside long enough to grab the Saturday paper; stepping back into the entrance I heard whispering and a few sniffles from upstairs. I'd learned in the last two years that girls cried for a lot of different reasons, not all of them sad. What I heard from the top of the stairs sounded like the "I'm sorry" sort. I was sitting at the kitchen table just finishing the editorial and comic pages of...
Monday it was back to the usual grind, although a lot of kids had comments about Friday's presentation/circus/embarrassment—pick one. I didn't see Adams all day. Maybe Mr. Williams chewed him out and he was home pouting? Monday afternoon Beth and I were walking over to the theater building for rehearsal when Steve caught us, "Tommy, is it true you're giving half of your award to the team?" "Yeah, I figured I'd split it between you guys and Emergency Services. That is if you guys...
That Friday evening the four of us were sitting in the Palace. Since I knew Val was out shopping with Beth, I'd suggested that Brad pick me up. The ulterior motive my devious lady had come up with was simple: If Val and Brad seemed inclined, he could give her a ride home. If not, I'd ride back with him and Beth would have more time to talk with Val. A beautiful plan. Now just to see if it would work. Brad had been nervous driving out. "Tommy, do you really think Val will even talk to me?...
July 19, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, [Written July 20, 2017] Much of practice was devoted to refreshing team memory about dealing with Charlize Sanderson and FC Grass Valley in tomorrow’s game. Rhee, Heather, and I walked back to my house after practice. I barely had the front door closed when Rhee and Heather began stripping. I grinned but turned to my right and headed up the stairs to the shower and began removing my clothes. Heather and Rhee were not far behind me, though Heather had to...
Our new home. That had a nice ring to it. Enough of a nice ring that it kept me from running back down the street screaming the first time we opened the front door. If Chuck paid the "professional cleaning crew" more than a buck seventy-five and a case of beer he got screwed. The leftover and broken furniture was gone and the closets had the abandoned clothes removed but the place was still a mess! Newspapers were scattered everywhere, food wrappers hid in corners like cowering mice and...
The next morning we all trooped over to the Webber's place. Sue had invited Beth to spend the morning with her while Bob took the three of us out to his favorite reef for our diving lessons. We loaded the Lady Suzanne with tanks, fins, masks, PFDs, weight belts, and the kitchen sink for all I knew. Bob just kept pulling stuff out of the boat house and directing us where to stow it on board. By the time he pulled away from the dock the three of us were ready to sit down and rest for a few...
After Beth got dressed, we headed for my house. Beth kept up a constant monologue comprised of equal part of "Here's what I want to do first," and, "Do you really think I can do this?" And so we headed out on our Saturday afternoon safari. The quarry—clothes, of course—and a new hair style. Well-armed with a pair of platinum cards, one Amex, the other Visa. When we got to the mall, Beth started hitting all the clothing stores, one after the other, until I called a time-out about...
I walked into the living room where I saw Beth looking down at a lamp in pieces on the floor. Luckily, it was one of the ugliest pieces of furniture we had—a spur-of-the-moment, thrift store purchase, its only purpose to help light a dark corner of the room. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you looked at it, the table it had been sitting on was a little unstable and stuck just far enough into the hallway that bumping it wasn't unusual. The fact that Beth wasn't real steady on...
"They're moving, Tommy!" Kevin sat on the couch looking like somebody had just punched him in the gut. "They? Are you talking about Gail?" All I got was a dejected nod. According to the big brother's owner's manual I should now offer my younger sibling the benefit of my vast experience on how to handle losing a girl. The problem was my experience bucket on that particular subject was empty. Beth was my first real girlfriend and when I tried to imagine losing her, my mind...
August 22, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, [Written August 23] After warmups and laps, Coach had Shameka, Hope, and Katie join the seven of us (the six of us plus Abby) to show how Rondo works [see coachingamericansoccer.com/soccer-drills/soccer-rondo-drills/]. “Seniors, you’re in the middle. Your individual tasks are to get possession of the ball while following all soccer rules. The other girls have to keep possession, but with constant passing and keeping the circle in roughly the same place....
Four weeks, you rehearse and rehearse. Three weeks, and it couldn't be worse. One week, will it ever be right?... (From Cole Porter's Kiss Me, Kate) Cole Porter got that right. The last month had been a constant barrage of problems, questions, script changes, rehearsals, late nights building the set, getting the lights mounted and aimed, and all the other things that are involved in staging a show. It was Thursday night, a week before opening, and we had a Friday night off. Mr. Franks...
The next morning Sherry was right on time. I had my computer fired up with thumbnails of all her pictures already on the monitor. "Tommy, I know which picture I'd like for Steve, but, well it shows a little too much, too much you-know." I was pretty sure I knew which picture she was thinking of. When she pointed out which one she wanted it turned out I was right—the last shot we'd done. The one where the veil was pulled tight enough to show her nipple and the surrounding areola through...
August 20, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, [Written August 21] When I woke up overly warm, I suspected Rhee was sleeping next to me. Ah, but it was worse than that. Rhee and Gracey were my neighbors in the jam-packed bed. Apparently, we had all decided to sleep here, though I do not recall anyone other than Heather conking out before me. I lifted my head to see if I could easily – or, at least, somewhat easily – extract myself from bed. Oh, joy. I’m in the middle. My action, though, let Heather know...
September 3, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, I woke slowly to full awareness that I was not in my bedroom. Memory came to call, and I smiled. Last night’s activity in the Monstrosity was a five-girl romp. Not unsurprisingly, Heather was the instigator of the romp and then the recipient of not one, but two Go5 gangbangs, separated by about an hour. I’m sure that our parents heard Heather, at least, as we heard Carol and, just barely, Dad. The two sets of lovers, Rhee, Heather, and I and Gracey and...
Beth and I exchanged the Healey for the Jeep—more room to haul the equipment—then off to the pro photo shop. I felt like a kid at Christmas! An hour later we were back at my house and had everything set up in the basement. Beth threatened to slap me just to wipe the silly grin off my face. I never thought I'd have the chance to use gear like this! After several false-starts we figured out how to set the strobe lights to get the effect we wanted. I put Beth's camera on the tripod and shot...
"Val, what's wrong?" Beth asked. "That was the police. It's Brad. He was in an accident. They took him to the emergency room by ambulance!" Beth grabbed me. "Let's go," she said as she took Val's arm and led the stunned girl out of the city office and down the stairs to the parking lot. "Tommy, let me have your keys!" "Why? I can drive." "NOW!" I dug in my pocket. When my lady uses that tone there's no argument. How we made it to the hospital without needing an...
Monday I drove to school by myself. Beth and her folks were going to take Gail back to school to get her registered again. Since her mom was planning on moving back here, she and Beth's folks thought getting Gail back into a regular routine as soon as possible would help. I was a little surprised she wanted to go back into so public a venue so quickly but I knew Beth's parents wouldn't allow her to get into anything if they felt she wasn't ready. Kevin came down just as I was heading for...
Mondays, ugh! First day back, double ugh! Walking back into school with my lady on my arm for the first time since Halloween, anything but ugh! I picked up Beth Monday morning, all set to deliver her back to her friends. I'd even run the beatermobile through the carwash—the same wash I'd worked at—and cleaned out, err, up ... the inside. Just how long had that half a sandwich been under the seat? "You excited to be back?" I asked her after we got in the car. "Excited doesn't cover...
The following day I met George Stankovich. "Tommy, good to meet you! I was impressed by the pictures you did for Chuck Jones." "Thank you. Mr. Jones said you were looking for some pictures of the final parts?" "Yes, come on back and I'll show you." We walked into the assembly area where all the parts came together to produce the final part—in this case a high-pressure valve of some sort. George showed me one of the pieces they'd just started producing. "These are for an...
I had just finished my morning bathroom rounds and was padding back into the bedroom clad only in my boxers when I saw my princess leaning over making the bed. The fact that she was clad only in a pair of the lacy nothings that I loved so much had all the blood that normally lived between my ears taking up residence further south. "EEP!" was her response when I fell to my knees behind her and slowly ran my tongue over one of her beautifully exposed cheeks. "Tommy! We're going to be late...
"You're moving?" "Yeah. When we started working on this place I mentioned to Dad that, as nice as it is living above you guys, we'd love to get our own place after we graduate. "Well, he came up with a plan that if I worked for him this summer, I could apply my time toward a down payment. A sort of 'sweat equity' I think he called it, and then we'd pay him each month whatever our rent was with you. "Tommy, we didn't see how we could turn down a deal like that." He looked at me,...
The following Thursday found us in the theatre waiting for auditions to start. My dad had a copy of Side By Side and we listened to it one afternoon. One thing was obvious: Stephen Sondheim doesn't write typical "boy meets girl" musicals. Mr. Franks came in and looked around. "Well, I hope you're all ready for a wild ride. I'll warn you up front that Sondheim's music is probably the most challenging you'll run into—at least in a Broadway show. Those of you who are cast will work like...
I could see Beth was working herself up to do something she really didn't want to. "Tommy, will you take me up to that house?" "The one on the north end of the island?" I watched as she nodded and saw she was gnawing on her bottom lip—a sure sign she really didn't want to do it. "How about tomorrow? It's getting kind of late." I looked out the window and saw the sun nearing the horizon. "Unless you really want to do it tonight." I saw her shudder as she shook her head. "No,...
The week of Thanksgiving was a busy one for me. Grossfeldt assigned a big project for everyone and reminded us that answers copied from Wikipedia would guarantee a failing grade. So much for the easy way out. Of course, that didn't keep me from doing my research on the Web. I was just careful to double check my references at the library. It was a good thing I did—I discovered a couple of things in the books that didn't agree with what I'd found Googling. So much for believing everything...
July 31, 2017 Dear Ms. Diary, I woke to a hand jostling me; I roused from the depths of sleep. I cracked my eyes open and blearily looked at ... Mom. Sandy. “If Heather’s going to ride to school with Charlie, she’s got to get a move on,” she whispered. That snapped my brain into gear. Today is Heather’s first day at university! I sat up a bit to find her. Oh. That’s right. There are five of us in the bed this morning. Fortunately, Heather was the girl snuggled into my left side. I shook...
After the girls' shopping trip we stopped at the duplex where Beth and Gail disappeared into our bedroom with the bag from Vickie's. Since we had plenty of time we decided to eat at a local Italian restaurant. Good food, just not as good as the Pizza Palace. With food taken care of, we drove to one of the campus parking ramps and walked to the auditorium. My brother promised to wait in front of the auditorium after the concert. Since he was almost hopping up and down with excitement I...
The rest of the summer went by entirely too fast. We spent more time with the Webbers. Along with more scuba lessons for me and swimming lessons for Beth, I had a chance to sit with Bob and learn how an author did his thing. I didn't have any plans on being a writer, but it was interesting to see just what was involved in writing a book. I was surprised how much time Bob spent just in research. I'd always thought all an author needed was a fertile imagination and a word processor! Well ......
A week later I was sitting on a beach, reading a Neal Stephenson novel and occasionally glancing over at Beth, lying on a towel, nude, well slathered in SPF50 sunscreen, reading Atlas Shrugged. Her choice in literature probably should have intimidated me but I was too damned relaxed to care. The previous day we'd flown into Nassau and boarded a boat for a two-hour cruise to a private island—only six beach houses on the whole island, four of which were vacant the whole time we were there....